“I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin; this sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh,—”

“Conscience doth make cowards of us all.”

“WILL YOU YIELD AND THIS AVOID, OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROY'D?”

“My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale,And every tale condemns me for a villain.Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree;Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree,Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty!, guilty!”

“To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.”

“Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.”

“Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.”